Standing at the tail end of November, a cold snap struck.

Montana had its first snow of the year, earlier than usual.

The Mori River, which was not wide, finally broke off.

The snow-capped pastures are covered with white, less than half a man's tall shrubs, all buried by snow.

Snowflakes are piled on the branches of birch trees and are more than ten centimeters high.

Before the leaves could fall, some of the leaves were frozen into pale yellow specimens and hung on the branches.

The pine trees are dense and snowy, and only whitish greens can be seen.

The little raccoon hid in the hollow of the tree, poked out its head to feel the temperature, was blown by the wind and trembled, and quickly shrank back, turned around and blocked its tail at the mouth of the hole.

Lake Rota was frozen over, and the snowflakes that were falling on the ice were beginning to turn white, and it seemed that it would soon be covered up.

To the west, the snow-capped mountains of Flathead, white from top to bottom, store snow in the winter to provide plenty of water for the rivers to thaw in the spring.

From a distance, it looks like a world of ice and snow.

In the pasture, even the Romney sheep, whose fur is thickest, stay in the pen and do not go out, and the Merino sheep squat on the ground, even a large white patch, which blends perfectly with the surrounding snow.

The grass and mud horses huddled together to keep each other warm, and when they stood in the circle outside, they felt a little at a loss no matter how they thought about it, and they desperately squeezed into the middle.

The ones inside blocked hard, not letting them in, and after a while they pushed and shoved.

The central ones, with their tongues hanging on their mouths, were about to roll their eyes, and they didn't know who spat first, and it soon developed into a war of words.

The time did not last long, in addition to the dry mouth and lack of ammunition, the most important thing is that they found that their bodies were stained with water, which turned out to be even colder.

Compared to the sheep with open-air villas, the cows are happy, and the wind and snow are blocked out, and not a single wind can blow in.

Martinez and the others, with a lot less work, and a large number of railings were empty, and after helping the calves to eat the trough and adding fodder, pouring a little water, they hurriedly shrank into the wooden house, and played with old John and them at 21 o'clock.

After losing and taking off his coat and standing for ten seconds, Jones's whole body muscles didn't work, and he thought to himself while trembling that Old Barton's idea was too ruthless. As soon as the time came, I ran in, and it took too long to open the door, and it took three seconds, which caused the whole house to laugh and scold, because the wind blew in.

Further north, the villa has no bright red roofs, no green grass, and even the fountain that is open all day and all night.

In the center of the pool, there is a sculpture of the boy with only his head exposed, and if you look closely at him, there are two white turnips, which are McDull's donkey ears.

There are all sorts of ways to survive the winter, the rich have stoves, the poor shiver, and one door separates two worlds.

The heating in the house was on, which Han Xuan had the foresight to let his father buy in the first two years.

Han's father was also so cool, with a wave of his hand, he built a small boiler not far away, and installed heating for every family in the ranch.

When the animals stay in the house, the fireplace becomes the best territory.

Pooh refused to go, rolled up the blanket and shrank in the corner, presumably pressing the flesh edge on Jenny's back, and opened his eyes screaming, and kicked the snapping turtle away in dissatisfaction.

My Neighbor Totoro, Mickey and Minnie, dozing off in front of the fireplace, stood up, their heads tilted forward, as if they were about to fall, and McDull lay next to them, staring at the two tumblers with relish.

Han Xuan rarely stayed in bed, put the pillow up as a backrest, leaned on the bed to read, and Joanna helped bring breakfast.

No, it was the boy's breakfast with Chubby, and the fat cat was there.

Smile and open the curtains, tidy up the scattered clothes on the floor, turn up the temperature of the room, and gently go out and close the door.

Snowflakes were flying outside the window, and the house was as warm as spring.

When I finished reading the book by almost noon, I turned my head to look out, and the sky was still gloomy.

Xiao Han Xuan stretched his waist and lifted the quilt, turned off the lamp, got out of bed and put on his pajamas, stepped on Mickey Mouse cartoon slippers on his feet, and walked downstairs.

My father sat on the couch and watched TV boringly, and in this kind of weather, he couldn't do anything.

This year's work is almost over, and Justin and Albert took the cow a few days ago.

The old merchant spent $8.6 million to buy 3,300 head of cattle.

Among them, there are 1,600 Angus cattle, and the rest are Limousin cattle, and Justin bought nearly 5,000 breeding cattle for 11.8 million.

It was probably the female secretary Stephanie who quietly revealed the news that the fat man's father, Mr. Denzel Frazier, called Han Qianshan.

In the end, Orlando was satisfied with bringing a thousand cows home, and Denzel quickly transferred 3.5 million to Han's father's account, which was much higher than the actual price, and no one said anything, just a small amount of money.

The boy also went to Great Falls, opened an account for himself at JP Morgan Bank, and deposited the 4.8 million obtained from the last copyright.

It was Anderson's fiancée, Ms. Cheryl, who received them and helped Han Xuan get a credit card for later use.

Old Hall and Gonzalez's fattening cattle were also sold one after another, and the price was much higher than last year's, and they came to visit last week, revealing that they would buy more pasture next year.

The news was said by Gonzalez's big mouth, and the eyes of the surrounding ranchers lit up all of a sudden.

But that's all for later, and now it's more important for the whole family to be busy, for example, building a snowman or skating after lunch.

The colorful pheasant was blinded by the heavy snow, and simply plunged into the snow, showing only its tail, which became a rare highlight in the garden.

The entrance to the villa.

"Hey, son, it's too cold outside, and the snow hasn't stopped, why don't you go back and add some clothes?"

The boy was dressed in a white cotton coat, with a white felt hat for ear protectors on his head, gloves and high-top boots made of cowhide.

I don't know how much I wore on the inner three layers and the outer three layers, and when I heard my father speak, I took two steps like a penguin, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Can I still wear it like this?"

"Absolutely. ”

The mother took the words, put the cow pattern coat on Han Xuan's body, and patted him on the head: "Okay, let's go." ”

“…… I can't walk, and I feel like I'm going to fall. ”

Father Han squatted down: "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

Soon a row of footprints appeared in the snow, zigzagging to the edge of the lake.

"Hey, boss!" Martinez stepped on his skates, saw them coming, turned 3690 degrees to show off his skills, and shouted, "Boy!

"You're going to bully kids!" Martinez. ”

Next to John shouted, slid to the lake and walked over, ready to wait for Xiao Han Xuan to put on his shoes.

There were more than 100 people on the lake, and in addition to the cowboys in the pasture, many of them even came to the vegetable garden.

Lewis led the lead with a dozen employees in a line and quickly walked across Lake Rota.

This is a rare annual recreational activity in the Snow Mountain Ranch.

Kelly is a child, and Joanna and they build a snowman, which has been in its infancy, and it seems that it has been a long time coming.

Han Xuan changed his shoes, smiled and took Old John's hand and stepped on.